To Devour Is Divine
They say love is tender, a rose in bloom,
But I have known it as a darker tomb
Where hunger lives not in the gut,
But in the soul’s slow-burning rut.
To love you was to feel the ache
Of wanting more than flesh could take
Not hand in hand, but tooth to bone,
To taste you wholly, not alone.
I craved the essence of your thought,
The marrow where your secrets rot.
A kiss? Too shallow. I wanted bite
The kind that swallows all the light.
Cannibal hearts know this well:
To eat is not just hunger's spell.
It’s worship, merging, holy crime
To chew you down, to steal your time.
For what is love but consumption slow?
A need to feel you where I go.
To tear, to taste, to make you mine,
To turn your blood into my wine.
If I could eat your every part,
You’d beat forever in my heart.
And in that feast, no death, no end
Just me as you, and you again.
So call it savage, call it sin,
But when I ate you, I let you in.
To love is loss, to love is lust
And sometimes love is to eat or rust.